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Chapter 4. First Meeting.

"Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast."
-William Shakespeare, Macbeth

About half an hour later I was deposited in Edward's chambers, with Alice attempting to cheer me up by telling me how much Edward hated parties and would make his excuses to leave as soon as possible, so I'd only be on my own for an hour or so at most.

Well jolly good. Just bloody fabulous. Couldn't wait.

I sat myself down on the huge sofa. His room was tidy, though I presumed that was thanks tohis other slaves and not him, and stuffed with books and musical instruments.

I lay down on the sofa. Not much to do now but wait.

The light coming through the window picked up on something I hadn't noticed before. In the corner of the room, on a raised platform, stood a beautiful piano. Black and shiny.

It took my breath away just to see the moon dance on the reflection on top of it.

I stood up and went over to it, trailing my fingers lightly over the top of it. I played myself, quite well, but this piano was something else.

I caressed the piano a while longer, my fingers lingering over the keys, longing to touch them, to feel them come alive under my fingers and too scared to make a noise.

Deciding not to torture myself any longer with the instrument I moved on to the miniature library he had along an entire wall and a half of his room. There must have been thousands of books.

The majority of books were ones I had already read, and he had a great many history and philosophy books. This pleased me, if nothing else I could read here.

I wondered at that point vaguely whether I would be allowed to or not.

I remembered the way he punished Alice for saying the same thing twice after he had said he didn't agree. Swiftly and soundly. No, I probably wouldn't be allowed to read without his permission. Well he would just have to give me his permission. Not that I would ask for it in the first place anyway. He wouldn't get a choice about giving me his permission!

The silence surrounded me. Well, he wasn't here now. And even when he was I would damn well read if I wanted to.

I picked out one I recognised, 'Queen Lucy the Valiant' by Tumnas the Faun.

It was a book I had read a great many times. Edward's copy seemed to be untouched, in perfect condition. Trust this barbarian to have a library he didn't read!

I settled myself back down on the sofa and began to read of Tumnas the faun's first meeting with the girl Lucy before she was queen, at the lamp-post that was still standing in Narnia to this day.

The book was every bit as good as I remembered and I lost myself in it, forgetting everything, including the time until

"Here she is brother, your gift from me," Emmett's booming voice caused me to jump and the book to go flying.

I leapt for the book and rounded angrily on the drunken Emmett.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to sneak up on people?!" I fumed, "Look at this! You nearly made me drop the book and if you think-"

I stopped as a hand dealt a heavy slap to my face and the book which I was brandishing at Emmett was ripped from my grasp.

"A book which you should not have been touching in the first place," an angry voice hissed at me. Edward.

He seemed taller here than he had from my view in the cupboard. And so insanely good looking, though I hated myself for noticing it.

"Told you brother," Emmett grinned his megawatt smile, though his words were slurred, "You'll get on well with her. She'll not role over and play submissive slave for you easily. You'll need to break her in. Thought you'd enjoy that though." With that Emmett turned from the room shouting, "Rose" Rosalie! I wish to go to bed with you now!"

How barbaric, announcing that where the whole manor could hear. Imbecile!

Edward regarded me will cool disdain, and I looked back with my own cool dislike.

"I have no need for a slave that helps herself to my things."

Maybe that meant I was dismissed, that my services were not required. Good.

"That's fine for I have a great interest in your books and none in being your slave."

Again I received another heavy slap to my face. I had never been hit before in my life. Here today I'd been hit three times. Twice in the space of five minutes by Edward. With Aslan as my witness I'd make him sorry. I'd make him regret. Him and his witch sister who'd slapped me earlier.

"I did not give you permission to speak," he snapped at me.

I opened my mouth, fully intending to tell him that I didn't require his permission, that I was a free Narnian and that I would not be governed by some Lone Islander, but something stopped me.

Perhaps it was the anger in his face and voice. It was the first sign of any emotion that I'd seen show through his cold demeanour.

"Do not stare at my face, lower your eyes unless instructed to do otherwise in my presence."

Well, I drew the line there, I would not lower my eyes and stoop before him. I would walk straight and tall with my head held high and my eyes would meet anyone's who turned theirs to mine.

I continued to look in his eyes, a most unusual green colour that I may have appreciated the beauty of, had they belonged to another. He waited a second, staring back into my own chocolate brown eyes before swiftly boxing my ears.

It was an action I'd seen my nanny carry out often on her own children but I'd never been on the receiving end and it made me dizzy. I swayed slightly, I hadn't eaten all day.

"Tomorrow you will feel my riding crop on your flesh. For now I wish to sleep."

"Fine by me, have someone show me to my room."

He looked at me incredulously, as though he wasn't entirely sure whether I was joking or not, before laughing humourlessly.

"You'd think you were my equal in society, the way you carry on. You'll sleep on the floor, over there in the corner."

I looked to where he was pointing. This could not be happening. He could not be serious.

I tried to overcome the feeling that my stomach had fallen to my knees and keep my voice normal.

"I have no bed dresses to sleep in. When one decides to go out walking one does not usually pack for a change of address, just in case some ridiculous group of imbeciles decides to capture one."

I tried to be disdainful. Despite my resolve, I'm sure he heard the tremor in my voice. By the end of my speech, which I had meant to be a winner, my voice had gone to a whisper. It was all I could do not to cry.

He half smiled, "Not so headstrong now, are you? Sleep naked."

I stood, astounded, my mouth hanging open.

Did this idiot know who he was talking to? Well, no, of course not.

"I can hardly sleep naked on the floor of your room."

"If you protest one more time I'll make you sleep naked outside in the stables and you'll leave your clothes here before you go to them." His voice was controlled but I could tell that the threat was to be taken seriously.

I set off towards the corner of the room that he had indicted.

"Very good," he taunted me in his silky voice. "Now Bella, it is Bella, correct?"

"Yes, Edward," I spat his name out, "it is."

"Well, firstly, do not speak to me in that tone of voice. Secondly, I did not give you permission to use my name. And," he smiled, a crooked smile, "I believe I ordered you to sleep naked."

I turned to look at the wall, fearing that if I looked at him I would fly for him. Which wouldn't do any good on my rescue, 'Bella permanently harmed Lord Edward'. Not how Isabella Swan really should be treating Lords.

I'd never heard of Lord Edward or Lord Emmett though. I presumed they'd gotten their titles through Alice's marriage to Jasper. I knew most of the Lone Island Lords, my father often invited them for parties, but I couldn't remember either of these two.

And I was sure, despite the fact that I didn't want to admit it, that I would remember both the men.

"Well, what are you waiting for Bella? Strip. I cannot have you sleeping in that gown."

"There are no covers, I shall be cold."

"Do not test my patience." His voice was deadly, when my father was angry he roared, but Edward was quiet. So quiet. Like a lion stalking his prey, waiting for the right opportunity to pounce.

Every limb of my body trembles as I started to undress, still resolutely facing the wall. This was more than I could take. I fought the tears that threatened to bring me to my knees. I would not give him that satisfaction.

But that was all I could do as I removed all of my clothing and stood naked and exposed, staring at the wall. I waited what seemed like an eternity but he said nothing. Well, if he thought I was going to turn round and prompt him for my next order he was sorely mistaken. I would keep that one small shred of dignity.

'For now,' a small voice in the back of my head warned me and I shivered in fear, and anticipation.

Is stood for what seemed like hours before finally turning my head in what I hoped was a disdainful manner, determined not to turn my body, so that he couldn't enjoy my nakedness and humiliation further.

Edward was naked in bed, fast asleep.

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